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[quote name='Gavin][SIZE=1']Hmm, I recall on my old Nokia 3310, if it went to Simlock you got 10 tries before the phone seized up completely and you have to bring it back into a Nokia shop to have it unlocked. Maybe it's different with Motorola than it is with Nokia.[/SIZE][/quote] [size=1][color=indigo][font=arial]Well there's two kinds of simlock. There's the simlock you yourself set on the phone, and simlock a carrier sets on a phone so you can only use their network. You can change the former, but not the latter.[/font][/color][/size]

[QUOTE=Delta][COLOR=#d55555][b]EDIT:[/b] A lot of phones have a feature that locks a phone to a particular sim card. Insert a different sim card and you'll have to enter a security code to get through. I find it [i]extremely odd[/i] that the Razr allows more than three tries for security code input.[/COLOR][/QUOTE] [size=1][color=indigo][font=arial]Simlocks are completely different to phone locks. A simlock doesn't let you enter the phone at all if it has the wrong sim card, and the only way you can undo it is to enter a long complex password that is only obtainable through your carrier or (with some phones) online generators. Phone locks just serve as a first defense to keeping someone out of your ****, and they aren't considered extremely strong, so you get infinite shots at it.[/font][/color][/size]

[QUOTE=Red 6][COLOR=Sienna]I'm going to be blunt here. New Music sucks. That's my opinion, at least. I can't stand it, can't stand it all. The talent level that existed in the Golden Age is preserved only in Blues and, to a different extent, Metal. There are no original, brilliant song-writers anymore. No more Bob Dylan's or Neil Young's. There are not more brilliant guitar-players. No more Eric Clapton's or Jimmy Page's. There are no more incredible drummers. No Neil Peart's or Buddy Rich's. There are no more great bass players. No more Larry Grahame's or John Entwistle's. There are no more great singers (At least none that aren't digitally enhanced). No more Gord Lightfoot's or Janis Joplin's or Freddie Mercury's or even Axl Rose's. And above it all, there is no more heart. No more soul. It's gone. I don't know where it went, but it's gone, alive only in old recordings from the Golden Age. Besides, everyone know's Music attained perfection in 1971 and it's been downhill ever since. It's simply an undisputable fact.[/COLOR][/QUOTE] [size=1][color=indigo][font=arial]Stop living in the past, losers. You ***** about all modern music lacking heart, huh? How many of the bands of yesteryear HAD heart? You only celebrate the few that are remembered as classics, there was plenty of souless corporate sludge in the 60s, as there is today. If I judged the 60s by the most popular music at the time, not the most innovative and well-remembered, I would see a bleak landscape of souless beach boy music that slowly plateaued into harder styling as The Doors and Hendrix and co innovated. Same for the 70s, and 80s. I mean, there is some fantastic new music being produced, if you just looked for it. Powderfinger are consistently amazing, The Toadies, Local H and Say Anything demonstrate everything that's good about modern rock and roll, and Wolfmother can and do emulate and make their own the 70s sound for those people who can't deal with change. Those bands are a bit left of the centre though, so for the most part you probably never heard them. Funny how that works. So yes, go celebrate the amazingness of a dozen artists from the past and decry all modern music without even looking. Really, it's fine by me. Just don't forget that for every band you love from back then there's twenty more with wash-downed, soulless, one hit wonders, just like for all the wash-downed, soulless, one hit wonders today, there [i]is[/i] amazing artists who do amazing things with their music.[/font][/color][/size]

[COLOR=Indigo][SIZE=1][FONT=Arial]1: The post icon box.[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[size=1][color=indigo][font=arial]If anyone from OB asked me for a tour of Brisbane, I'd take them to Queen Street mall, give them a map, and leave. Seriously.[/font][/color][/size]

[size=1][color=indigo][font=arial]KreeeeeeeePOW.[/font][/color][/size]

[size=1][color=indigo][font=arial]Wikipedia is fun, but it's too liquid to use for assignments or anything. Things can change on popular articles on the hour, and there's proof that it's possible to insert false information and for it to stay on the site for months before anyone notices. Wikipedia is an interesting experiment, and has a lot of real legitimate information, but it has a potential for abuse that's too great to look to it for research purposes.[/font][/color][/size]

[font=arial][size=1][color=indigo]Jade shrugged off the odd exchange and looked about the room, deciding that 'a man like him' had every right to be at this party, as he was amazing and even Mrs Longfellow seemed to think so. Taking a biscuit from the table, he leaned back and pressed on with the conversation. "So who did you say you were again" he asked between mouthfuls of food. The woman's features briefly flickered with irritation but she otherwise gave no reaction. "You don't know who I am?" she asked back, her face impassive. "Are you illiterate or do you live under a rock?" Jade grinned, intrigued with this strange pale woman. "Sandra?" he said, getting the blonde's attention. "Do I live under a rock?" Sandra shook her head to clear away Stanford-induced cobwebs and blinked for a moment. "You don't live under a rock, you live in that horrible apartment in the building next to the grocery," she said, her senses slowly kicking back into gear as she realised she was at a party. Jade smiled. "As I'm a writer, I daresay I'm not illiterate, so I pick option C," he winked. "So who were you again?" The woman was momentarily lost for words. "My name is Audrey Claireborne, I'm a thriller novelist" she said weakly, overpowered by Jade's confidence. "May I ask what you have written?" "A bit of this, a bit of that... I can't keep up, it gets published all over the country." Audrey looked queerly at the man, reassessing him. "I don't keep up with other writers though, I don't have the money." Audrey's reassessment stopped dead. "Oh," she muttered. "Oh?" "It was very nice meeting you, Mr McGuff." Jade took two champagne flutes from a passing waiter and passed one to Sandra, grinning as he made a toast to Audrey. "Always a pleasure," he said cheekily as the novelist wandered off to a Jade-free section of the party.[/color][/font][/size]

[COLOR=Indigo][SIZE=1][FONT=Arial][quote name='ChibiHorsewoman][color=#9933ff][font=lucida calligraphy]That sounds like Catholics and Christians... Some Catholics don't consider themselves Christian and some Christians don't consider Catholics Christian. I think that has to do with the fact that Catholics have a lot of Saints that they pray to as well (Exhibit A: My mama and St. Theresa) and some other Christians think of that as praying to Idols. Stupid religious politics. When will they understand that we're praying to the same God?[/color][/font'] [/quote] The problem is, when praying to a Saint for help or blessings, you're NOT praying to God. You're praying to a Saint, who, despite being in heaven and in God's court, aren't actually God. It's comparable to Amazon tribes praying to the ancestors of their loved ones to help in battle/child birth/whatever, except within Christianity it's a concept that's [i]not[/i] supposed to float. That said, Catholics are still Christians by virtue of believing in Jesus Christ, and praying to a saint won't get them condemned to hell or anything. lol Jesus forgives, you know, it's in his MO.[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[COLOR=Indigo][SIZE=1][FONT=Arial][quote name='Farto the Magic][FONT=Trebuchet MS][COLOR=DarkGreen] Tea slows me down. Asian food (when prepared correctly) is unrivaled in taste and health.[/COLOR'][/FONT][/quote] I don't know about other parts of Asia, since I've rarely sampeld their wares, but Chinese food is among the most unhealthy there is. A lot of it is packed MSG, and it often leaves you hungry not long after.[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[size=1][color=indigo][font=arial]I think there's degrees to fandom. There's a difference between the kids who watch YuGiOh before school and occasionally discusses it with mates and the kids who watches every anime they can get their hands on good or bad, starts to spout random Japanese facts and assumes an attitude of superiority over those who don't share their obsession. I'd say most of the board falls into the former category, honestly, and even the second category isn't so bad as long as they keep it within their cliques. I mean, there's no harm in a kid enjoying a certain style of animation, right? People assume the same attitudes about comic books and X-Men and don't get assaulted for being Marvelphiles. It's when kids start to make assumptions about Japanese culture from anime, and start basing their entire life around going to Japan and become a great mangaka or whatever the hell they're called that it's Asiaphilia. They appreciate the culture, sure, but they only appreciate one aspect of it - the art and animation (and only the relatively good animation at that, like Western cartoons 90% of anime doesn't leave the country of origin). A lot of the time their understanding of the Japanese language isn't nearly adequate enough, they don't truely understand Japanese culture and practices, and they have this idealised view of Japanese life that really doesn't hold. That's when an interest in Japan becomes harmful and Asiphilia, in my eyes. I think the OP really did overreact in her post, though. I mean, even if these kids do get a bit obsessed with their cartoons, they're just cartoons, and learning about another culture isn't an especially bad thing, even if they're learning about only a small percentage. A kid loves Dragonball despite the lack of quality? Go for it, it's a kid's show. They might get into the hype of it for a while, but, for the most part, it passes, just like the trend of anime would if it wasn't so visciously marketted. I could almost guarantee that if Cartoon Network and co stopped advertising anime programs as the next big thing, and instead focussed on western animation (made in Korea, irony) public interest in anime would trickle off till it was largely an internet phenomenon again, which is pretty much where it started as well.[/font][/color][/size]

[size=1][color=indigo][font=arial]I totally read the lyrics to surfacing, and I was getting no 'exhume graves' vibe from it at all. Maybe I'm crazy, or maybe you are. Who knows. I think there's a point where any fandom gets a bit nuts, but exhuming graves is way past that. Think Jupiter as the breaking point for fandom, and exhuming graves being out at Pluto. Yeah. I think you'd need some kind of mental illness to get to that point though (paranoid schitzophrenia, or ODD, or stupid-teenager), so I'd say this is a one off as far as Slipknot fans (or fans in general) go.[/font][/color][/size]

[size=1][color=indigo][font=arial]I bowl like once a year, usually for family or friends. It's not something I'd plan myself, but when I do it it's fun enough, even though I suck. lol I think my highest score ever just clear 140 or something pathetic, I really am terrible.[/font][/color][/size]

[size=1][color=indigo][font=arial]I have three pairs of shoes, two of which are exactly the same, except one pair is older. lol One pair of trainers for wearing with jeans, one pair of trainers for exercising, and a pair of thongs for shorts (black, of course). I am a fashion conscious individual, afterall, and know that trainers and surf shorts look like, as the kids would say, 'arse'.[/font][/color][/size]

[size=1][color=indigo][font=arial]I'm Christian, and proud of the fact. I don't intend church because of location and impossibility, but once I get a car I intend to try some out, and find something I can gel with. Considering the church that brought me into Christianity is in the Philippines, and I live in Australia with no hopes or openings to ever visit the Philippines again, after getting a car it's high on my agenda. That's not to say I think visiting a church is a prerequisite of being a Christian, of course, I just enjoy the atmosphere.[/font][/color][/size]

[QUOTE=Box Hoy][size=1]You definetly want to write something your passionate about. Anything that is on your mind alot you should write. When I write lyrics, it's usually about something in the world that's troubling me. It's always political either. Alot of stuff is about social injustices. Metaphors are key in lyrics as well. If you just write, it may work, but metaphors are good because people have to search for your meaning. That's how I think you can make a bond between the band and the listeners. In terms of the structure of your song, it depends. Normally the verses support a main idea in your chorus. I try to change the number of lines and length of the chorus up to make it stand out more, but that's just me. Btw. I added your band, and later I'll add you to my band's freind list.[/size][/QUOTE] [size=1][color=indigo][font=arial]You'll find that doesn't hold true at all. Choruses are where people put the hook, and the memorable lyrics people always get right at concerts, verses are what have the meat of the song, and the main ideas, concepts and metaphors. Writing around a chorus is a surefire way to get a top ten hit, of course, but just because it's popular doesn't mean it's good songwriting.[/font][/color][/size]

[COLOR=Indigo][SIZE=1][FONT=Arial][quote name='Farto the Magic][FONT=Trebuchet MS][COLOR=DarkGreen]But all terrorists are muslims.[/COLOR'][/FONT][/quote] It's been covered, you know, but I just wanted to point out that not only is there Irish terrorists, you've also had terrorists on your own soil, and Japan has had it's fair share as well. The Oklahoma City Bombings was so quickly forgotten after 9/11, but it was an act of terrorism, albeit on a smaller scale as well. Similarly, the sarin gas attacks in Japan were an act of terrorism, as are all the terrorist activities that happen in 3rd world countries that we never hear about. Profiling all terrorists as muslims is the exact thing that causes [url=http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/news.html?in_article_id=401419&in_page_id=1770&ico=Homepage&icl=TabModule&icc=NEWS&ct=5]cockups like this to happen[/url], and only furthers hatred for Middle Easterns and Muslims as a race.[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[QUOTE=cinnamonxskwerl]Heh, I love Muse too. My favourite band actually. Don't you hate how they're compared to Radiohead all the time? I'm weird, I also like the Aquabats ^^[/QUOTE] [size=1][color=indigo][font=arial]That doesn't make you weird, it makes you an amazing individual.[/font][/color][/size]

[quote name='Starfire0567']I for one found it to be hilarious! And considering how some people *coughJohncough* were singling others out and being uncivil,I'd say you were being rather coridal towards the poor nationalist.[/quote] [size=1][color=indigo][font=arial]Looks like you have a fan Chibi.[/font][/color][/size]

[size=1][color=indigo][font=arial]I detested high school and dropped out a year before I would've graduated. I still keep in touch with the more sane/trustworthy (both are redeeming qualities) friends, though, and ignore some others for reasoning we won't go into here. My highschool experience was terrible though, despite them, and I'm not in a hurry to repeat it, ever.[/font][/color][/size]

[font=arial][size=1][color=indigo]Stanford laughed again. "My boy, you are hilarious. I haven't encountered such wit in a long while." Jade laughed nervously. "Err... yeah, wit. Eheh." At his side Sandra watched the exchange with a mixture of intrigue and jealousy etched into her features and, eager to bring the star's attention back to her, dove into her clutch bag and pulled out a napkin and pen. "Can you sign this please Mr Gaines?" she asked, doing her best to appear demure. "I would... love it so, if you did." Stanford nodded graciously and quickly scribbled out a signature and message, handing it back to the young woman with the speed and efficiency of a factory worker. With glee Sandra carefully folded the napkin and inserted it into her clutch, momentarily oblivious to the rest of the world around her. "What do you do as living, Jade?" Stanford asked while the young woman busied herself. Jade looked down, considering his answer. 'Nothing' or 'struggling writer', which sounded better? Eventually he formed an answer that avoided both possibilities. "Oh you know, a bit of this, a bit of that," he winked. "A jack of all trades, you might say." Stanford seemed intrigued, and waited on the young man to elaborate, but Jade took the moment to escape the awkward conversation for the lure of the entrees. "At the moment though, eating is my trade, and it's a trade I enjoy greatly, so I trust I'll meet up with you later, Mister Gaines." With a grand, almost sarcastic, bow Jade about faced and started weaving through the dance floor, Sandra still in a daze as she followed along. "I have his autograph..." she whispered. "Stanford Gaines' autograph..." Stanford could only blink bemused, and almost laughed when the young man almost knocked over another party guest on his quest for food. At least, he mused, he could be forgiven for wanting to eat. He looked like he hadn't had a good meal in a great while.[/color][/font][/size]

[size=1][color=indigo][font=arial]The best bit about this thread is the t-shirts the girls are wearing. I've never seen a happier Adolf.[/font][/color][/size]

[size=1][color=indigo][font=arial]How could this not be achieved via PM?[/font][/color][/size]

[font=arial][size=1][color=indigo]Jade was a nice guy, born and bred, and he was willing to show any woman the courtesy of his attention, but Sandra was pushing it. She couldn't stop talking the entire trip, not just about Mrs Longfellows party, but also every conceivable topic in existence, which included, most irritatingly, the state of Jade's dilapidated car. It was all he could afford, and he loved it tremendously, but she just couldn't stop picking at it. If it wasn't the torn upholstery, it was the rust spots, and if it wasn't the rust spots it was the crack in the windscreen. Normally Jade loved driving, but it was all he could do to get out when they finally pulled up at Mrs Longfellow's estate. "Sir..." the valet began, picking his words carefully as Jade begrudgingly helped Sandra out of the car. "Am I to assume you're here for Mrs Longfellow's dinner party?" Jade slammed the passenger side door hard enough to make the whole car rattle and grinned at the man. "Of course," he said, throwing his keys over the roof. "You think I got all dressed up for nothing?" In his scuffed shoes, creased black pants and well-worn blazer, Jade wasn't joking. "I must assume you are the, err, honourable Mr McGuff then?" the valet ventured. "And this young lady is your date?" Sandra slipped her arm in Jade's and winked at the man, who was still examining Jade's car with the mixture of horror and disgust one usually reserves for road kill. "Yes he IS," she said, her shimmering satin gown and meticulous hair and makeup clashing terribly with Jade's worn clothes and tired face. "And yes I am. Now if you'll excuse us!" Without another word Jade found himself being dragged up the steps into Mrs Longfellows grand house, looking back and mouthing 'women' at the valet as he stumbled up the steps. The valet only nodded knowingly and climbed cautiously into Jade's car, all the while wondering how the car ran without exploding. "Am I to believe this is the famous Jade McGuff?" a dignified voice asked, snapping Jade from his silent conversation. Jade looked around dumbly for the source of the voice and clapped eyes on a woman who age had been especially kind to. Despite her greying hair and lined face, she seemed to possess a timeless beauty that momentarily left him speechless. Sandra's jealous punch snapped him out of his revelry. "Why yes, I am. You're a fan?" Mrs Longfellow smiled graciously. "Of course. I buy whichever magazines are running your stories each week," she looked at Sandra and appraised her. "And this is your date...?" Jade nodded. "Mrs Longfellow, Sandra Lee," he said, making introductions. "Sandra... err... Mrs Longfellow." Sandra curtsied and smiled at the matron. "A pleasure, Mrs Longfellow," she said politely. Mrs Longfellow nodded in way of reply and gestured inside. "You will find a fully stocked entree table inside, Mr McGuff," she smiled. "You look like you might need it. I will catch up with you later." Jade grinned, his eyes sparkling at thought of two good meals in a week. "I'm sure Mrs Longfellow," he said. "Quite sure indeed!" Bowing, he took Sandra by the wrist and started to drag her inside, his nostrils already sniffing at the air. "It was nice meeting you!" Sandra called back as her date dragged her mercilessly. "Not a problem dear," Mrs Longfellow said softly as the couple disappeared inside. "Not a problem at all."[/color][/size][/font]

[size=1][color=indigo][font=arial]I haven't used myOtaku for two years now, and counting. lol[/font][/color][/size]